New York my lounge room it’s SATURDAY Monday NIGHT!
*I opened up WordPress to write this post on Saturday, during which both SNL references would have vaguely made sense. I was tired, however, and after writing such a witty title and opening sentence, I chose to watch Episodes and go to sleep.
I’ve been sick. Leslie Knope in “Flu Season” sick. [NBC/Pinterest]
Between end-of-semester assignments, a horrible respiratory infection/flu-type thing that left me bedridden for over a week, a quick trip to see Glenn in Hobart, a lot of craziness at work, and this bloody mould that keeps coming back in my bathroom, I’ve been a bit busy lately.
Amongst the insanity, I signed up for Instagram. As you can tell, I’m the kind of person who really keeps on top of trends, and jumps onto them a good five or so years after they first become a thing. I still don’t quite see the point of Instagram, when there are plenty of other platforms for me to post pretty pictures, but I need to understand it better in order to help with the social media side of things at work. If you’d like, you can follow me at @snapoutofbritt.
Yesterday’s Orphan Black finale was brilliant, but like the season one finale, it’s left me desperately wanting more. It’s going to be a long wait, but there’s plenty of other television to keep me going in the meantime. Like Masterchef, a series in which I am way too invested at the moment. I’m also considering re-watching The X-Files for no other reason than that I can.
It’s time for me to start writing regularly again. The madness isn’t over, but it has lessened slightly, and I should be able to schedule time to tap out some words every day. It’s really obvious (to me, anyway) when I haven’t been writing enough; sentences don’t flow as readily, and my words seem forced. It’s annoying that I somehow managed to miss the entire Emerging Writers’ Festival (due to assignments and ill health), as I know that attending some of those events would have given me both inspiration and motivation to write more. Thankfully there are plenty of other writer-y events for me to attend in the coming months, so I shouldn’t have missed out on too much.
Last week was the kind of week where an after work drink turned into five hours at a bar, and this week is looking to be quite similar. If anybody would like to sponsor my after work drinking habits, all donations will be gratefully accepted. (That said, I’m not drinking tonight – tonight I’m eating leftovers in front of Masterchef. My soggy pasta just doesn’t compare to the beautiful-looking chicken roulades on screen. Donations of nice food will also be appreciated).